Cultivating Immortality: Start by burying corpses in a border town and become proficient!

In the miasma of the mountains and forests.

Du En took out three bottles of elixirs and several paper prescriptions.

Although it is paper, it is not ordinary paper. It is spiritual paper. On the front is written the ratio of the corresponding elixir and the general refining method. On the back, Huang Xiaosheng's various inspirations and ideas, as well as some other related essays, are written randomly.

"Gu Yuan Dan, Hui Yuan Dan..."

Then he took off the cap of the elixir bottle. According to the characteristics of the elixir and the description on the elixir recipe, it was easy to match it.

Two bottles of second-grade low-grade Yuan-Guarding Pills for cultivation, and one bottle of second-grade low-grade Yuan-Returning Pills for healing.

Huang Xiaosheng's training is quite good, and he can vaguely reach the second-level mid-level category.

Of course, it's all Doon's now.

"The Recovery Pill is of no use to me. Because my body is strong and I'm really injured, pills of the same level have basically no effect. However, the effect of restoring mana can be used to shorten the gap between spell practice. It's only ten pills per bottle, which is probably only Enough for one day.”

There is nothing much to say about Guyuan Dan. If it is checked and it is correct, just take it and refine it.

Next, Du En first dragged Huang Xiaosheng's body far away, buried it in the dead ground, and destroyed the body and traces. He activated this magical power again, and the two hundred bodies were reduced by one, leaving one hundred and ninety-nine bodies short.

Then I found a decent place near here, sat cross-legged, took the elixir, and refined it to perform the exercises.

After half a day, the accumulation of cultivation base increased by eight points.

"Compared with the previous Qi Condensing Pills, the effect is obviously not as good. The average bottle is a little less. It seems that the deeper you master this technique, the more powerful it is and the more effective the pills of the corresponding grade are. Come less and less.”

The same ladle of water will behave differently when poured into a basin and poured into a large water tank.

Du En was not surprised. After refining the elixir, he took the magic weapon sword over.

This is not the magic weapon distributed by the camp, but Huang Xiaosheng's original magic weapon, the second-level mid-grade Feihuang Sword, with his name engraved on the sword. The previous magic weapon self-destructed and bombed, not damaging it at all. Every cent.

"Looking at the way he always looks down on me, but his net worth is quite thin, then it should be for this exile that he replaced the rest of his family with this magic weapon, and the one distributed by the camp was probably given to him as a filial piety. The old guard."

The old and the new in the outpost camp are actually dividing the ownership of the squeeze!

Now and in the future, the corresponding old guards can find ways to squeeze the newcomers they lead.

Guys like Huang Xiaosheng naturally choose to be flattering and humble.

After these thoughts passed by, Du En began to erase the original imprints on the magic weapon and refine it for his own use.

During this process, he naturally used his knowledge in weapon refining to examine the inside and outside of it to make sure there were no back-up tricks. Then, he would refine the system to avoid being recognized.

It unfolded vigorously, and then got stuck on the side of the cooked clay pot.

Its firepower has become very stretched!

"It seems that the pot needs to be replaced. No, in other words, the problem should be solved from the source..."

Although the whole process seemed to be stumbling, it still managed to make the Feihuang Sword so bumpy that even the weapon refiner who personally refined it would not recognize it.

There is no need to change the name, it remains the same, just don’t say it out loud.

After doing this, he left and went back, continuing to scan his patrol area.

at the same time.

Eight hundred miles away, between the city wall and the shanty town, in the Qingya Garden.

At the door of the attic of the corpse hall, He Bo was pacing, looking restless.

Several days have passed, and from his connections in the outpost camp, there has been no news that Du En was killed by an evil cultivator, or bitten to death by a monster, or ravaged by a dangerous miasma!

Forget about the rest, but how come the evil cultivator who was expected to take action and let him borrow a knife to kill someone is still calm now and hasn't jumped out to kill someone?

"What a useless evil cultivator! He only bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

He couldn't help but curse secretly, but He Bo didn't have any doubts, because the evil cultivator's behavior was very strange and difficult for ordinary people to figure out.

Otherwise, how can we call it an evil cultivator?

Therefore, they may take action tomorrow, or in the next two days, but it is also possible that they have not actually cared about it and will not take action at all because of what happened before.

He Bo couldn't hold himself back when he thought of this.

Especially when he saw the hall door that he had specially kept and which had not yet been repaired, he couldn't help but think of Du En's provocation and humiliation that night a few days ago.

This anger is rising sharply!

He Bo became angrier and more concerned the more he thought about it. His expression changed, and he suddenly stopped, having made up his mind.

Originally, he didn't want to take the initiative to get involved, he just wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, so as not to implicate himself later.

But if things drag on, things will inevitably change!

In this case, you can only use the second move!

So, he quietly left Qingya Garden and sent a message jade talisman to his old acquaintance in the outpost camp!

Eight hundred miles passed by without any obstruction from the camp formation. Because the jade talisman had the same mark as the patrol token, it could be identified through the formation.

Therefore, it can come to a person's hands accurately.

"Let me see what kind of care Lao He has..."

He took the jade talisman, put it against his forehead, and carefully read the message contained in it. As the recipient, his eyes immediately flickered.

"Du En, that corpse burying boy, actually has a second-level shrink bag?"

"What a good thing! Even the camp owner is only allowed to hold a few. If you dare to take more than one, Tang Yiping will come to hold you accountable the next day. Although the problem of the shrinking bag is quite troublesome, it can be solved indirectly."

Just let him take it out obediently!

Having this kind of shrinking bag proves that he is quite wealthy, so even if the problem of the shrinking bag cannot be solved, it is not too important. In the end, you can still reap a lot!

Not bad, this miser He Bo really takes care of his old friend this time!

"Hey! I was wondering why He Bo paid so much attention this time. It turns out that the kid is a traitor. He has a deep background and is very threatening..."

It is obvious that to be able to hold a second-level shrinking bag, Du En must have some connections.

But!

"They have all been exiled here. If there is any problem, Tang Yiping, the chief steward, can't escape either. Besides, I've already ended up in this situation, so why should I worry about anything?"

Just like Xiang Tao dared to insult Tang Yiping in public, all the old patrol guards in this outpost camp were actually quite free-spirited, indulged in emotions, and had a bit of a broken jar.

The future is already bleak, and can't we have fun and enjoy it in time?

"However, we have to observe and make sure first. We can't be used as a gun by He Bo and work for him in vain!"

"But how can we be sure? That kid has been looking like a poor guy these days, riding that broken shield all day long. When he comes back, he always stays in his residence, and at most walks around to get to know the environment..."

The bait is already in front of us, and it's still quite troublesome to eat it.

The main thing is that we can't inform others, so as not to share the benefits.

So, we can only create reasonable encounters? Or wait for him to come to us?

He fell into deep thought, and the more he thought, the more he couldn't help cursing He Bo.

What a bastard!

Throwing the trouble to me, and making me waste my brain!

If I can be transferred back, I have to secretly beat him with a club first, and blow his head off!

After cursing, he continued to think.

As he thought, it got dark.

Du En returned to the camp on time.

He didn't go back to his house, but came to the old patrolman who was thinking hard with a clear goal.

Hmm? He actually delivered himself to the door! ?

Good boy! It's abominable that you made me waste my time!

He gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, but he didn't show any malice on the surface, and said in a very ordinary way: "A new burial, what's the matter? Do you have spirit stones to patronize my logistics department?"